The Trash

him: aye ya loike that do ya? Wud ya loike if ah went harder? Wud ya loike that ya little sloot?

me: uh…. y…yeah….

him: whut was that?

me: uh… aye….

him:

So, as it turns out, Tomi Lahren is little more than a hypocritical, pandering sellout.

Finally he said, “I aced physics in high school. I’d probably be a great physics tutor WHEN you need help.”

I glared at him and said, “Thanks, but my HUSBAND is an engineer. He can help me IF I need help.”

And the look on his face was priceless. And then, his voice full of disbelief, he said, “But… but…. I’m an engineer!”

“You are a freshman in an engineering program who took physics in high school,” I said.

About the second week of lab, he figured out this wasn’t high school. He didn’t know how to use a carbon copy notebook. He didn’t know how to write a lab report. He didn’t know as much as he thought he did. He fucking panicked.

And I guess I was pretty amused at first but then I kind of rolled my eyes and said, “whatever. You’ve learned your lesson.” And I helped him out.

He’s a lot less cocky now. He’s pretty smart and he’s good with physics, but he’s now admitted that it’s harder than he expected and his ego can now fit through the door.

He’s asked me questions about my husband and his engineering job, because he’s actually very serious about studying engineering. He’s very nice about it and I don’t mind answering his questions.